12/25/2024
The CGC AXE had quite the interesting night recently, hope yโall enjoy:
โโTwas the night before Christmas, when all through the Axe
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The night orders were posted on the bridge with care
And on spudwatch, DC2 was there.
The crew was all snug in their berthing beds,
While visions of chefs cocoa danced in their heads.
With Senior closing AIMS and Chief checking Yoke
Tran cracked a goodnight joke.
When out in the swamp arose such a clatter,
Duke sprang from his rack to see what was the matter.
Away to the bridge Havard flew with a flash,
Monty lit the searchlight, and peered all around.
The moon upon the breast of the brackish water,
Gave the luster of midday to stump, eagle, and otter.
When, by Colby, the keen observer,
A tiny red pirogue was spied, pulled by eight green gators.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick
Trey exclaimed,
โWhy, that must be Saint Nick!โ
Swifter than eagles they flew through Cypress tall, and he cried out with a Cajun drawl;
โNow Dasher! Now Dancer!
Now Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid!
On, Donner and Blitzen!โ
โTo the top of the bridge, the anemometer and all! Dash away, dash away all!โ
As dry leaves before the hurricane fly, they fluttered across the sky.
So up to the smokestacks they flew,
With the pirogue full of toys, and Saint Nick too.
And then, in a twinkling, a clambering we heard on the overhead,
The team lighted upon the cutter, with the little craft they led.
With all hands awake and out of their racks,
With a bound, St. Nick came down the stacks.
He was dressed for sea, with a raincoat and camo PFD.
And boots of rubber, the garb of an Acadian crabber.
A bundle of tools he had flung on his back,
He looked like a peddler opening a crawfish sack.
With his eyes squinting from the windy delta, and rosy cheeks, he was a stocky, jolly, Cajun fella.
With a short pipe puffing away, he gave a grin warmer than etoufee.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf.
Garcia laughed, in spite of himself.
He spoke not a bonjour, but went strait to work.
Wrenches and ratchets for Grogan when the engine knocks,
And a bundle of wires and breakers for Rocky, packed in a white box.
Pell gleamed seeing paints and buckets for mixing,
While Cooks new knives awaited unwrapping.
โUp Ladder!โ Saint Nick hollered with a voice so soft,
And with a spring in his step, he headed aloft.
To his team he gave a whistle as he jumped in his canoe,
He took the reins as they soared anew.
But we heard him exclaim โere he drove out of sight;
โMerry Christmas to all, and to Morgan City, a good night!โ